So I was wrong about the kidnapped soldier (no details but there was none) and the water main got fixed, but that adrenalin that filled me immediately was like an old and familiar relative. The feeling that at any moment something terrible can happen that can change the entire scene. This is something that I shared with an Arab friend the other day – this mutual feeling of living on the edge of danger, that can come from any direction. She shied away from agreeing with me when I said we have similar lives (which I had no right to do) but totally agreed that we have similar and antithetical fears. How can we make peace, I asked her, if both of us are so traumatized? Maybe something will happen, she said. Yes, I answered, without thinking – a bunch of Fascists will go after the Muslims and the Jews and we’ll have no choice but to get together.
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